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Hermione: No, Malfoy. If you were in hell, you’d be on a throne and the devil would be packing.
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Draco: Am I in hell?
Hermione: No, Malfoy. If you were in hell, you’d be on a throne and the devil would be packing.
** Slides in **
I haven’t done this in a very long time… Updated my Dramione Drabble Collection with a new story written based on a prompt given by the beautiful SaintDionysus over in one of our FB groups.
Title: And the rest, as they say, is history Rating: T Summary: Hermione meets her Tinder date.
Excerpt:
‘This was a huge mistake!’
Hermione sighed for the fifth time since she’d stepped into the rustic bar in the outskirts of Diagon Alley, down the road leading to the mystical mountain where teenage witches frequent to perform the so-called ‘soulmate ritual’ on the eve of the Summer Solstice.
She fiddled nervously at her glass of wine. She was neither a teenager nor was she there to perform the ‘soulmate ritual’; she was there for a totally different reason - a reason she knew she would probably bring with her to the grave. She sighed again.
Her phone lit up and startled her. A Tinder message appeared and she blushed to high heavens. It was a message from him.
‘I’m nearly there, angel. Can’t wait to see you.’
A smile appeared on her face as she read the short message from the cursed dating app that she’d installed one lonely Friday evening. Within minutes, she’d gotten messages from several guys, but there was one message that caught her attention - one from a guy who only had a picture of a green apple and the initials SP on his profile - the guy whose message read - ‘how do you pronounce Leviosa?’ and the rest, as they say, was history.
Read it here:
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11483937/chapters/35307044
Ffn.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12569856/7/
A moodboard for mind-oriented Slytherins with scholarly hearts.
Slytherin-Horned Serpent Clever Resourceful Calculated Systematic
“The scaliest of the Slytherins often times find themselves in hot pursuit of knowledge and seek to absorb as much information as they can on the subjects they love. Many of them are good at thinking for the long term, exhibiting superior planning and attention to detail. Planning doesn’t necessarily mean organized, but it does mean that Horned Serpent Slytherins tend to have some sort of system they abide by when working towards a goal. They are also out-of-the-box thinkers that find unique solutions to the obstacles they’re faced with and are clever enough to make something great out of nothing.”
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Draco: Why is mom so mad at you?
Lucius: Well, women have these things in their bodies called “expectations”.
Writing Prompt #481
Everyone thought this way, didn’t they? I had never really asked anyone else but…there couldn’t have been anything wrong with me. It had to be normal. I had to be normal. Didn’t I?
“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.””
— Albert Schweitzer
It’s an endless circle, if only there was a crack to slip through.
“But in the end, their greatest weapon… is you.”
Current mood
to everyone who’s ever said something kind about my work: you help me get through the day. thank you.
This is 110% me each time
This is so true
Responses are what every writer, or any artist, need to brighten their day
“I like sunflowers,” she said with a smile, “they’re always looking for the sun. For the bright things in life. I aim to be like that, you know?”
She sighs and her smile turns sad, “It’s just life is so tough and hard, that the sun hides and you don’t know where it is. You try to find it, but it’s hidden behind all these clouds. And you’ve got to wait for it to come again.”
- sunflowers
In the confinement by Maria Petrova
Let’s play Writer’s Would You Ever
Send me an ask that says “Would you ever write…” and continue the sentence.
I’ll respond with yes or no and give an explanation as to why if I want to.
It baffles and infuriates me that Hogwarts students don’t take Latin or Greek. Accio? Literally “I summon.” Lumos? Fucking “light.” Expelliarmus? Expel weapon!! Ooooh I wonder what Levicorpus does– you Dumb Ass Bastard. You ILLITERATE. It’s called Levicorpus, it lifts someone’s body, it LEVIES your goddamn CORPUS-
Hermione ghost wrote this
This just in
I arrived at work five minutes ago and have already fielded three crisis situations. Wanna escape with me for coffee and maybe a flight to someplace hot with a beach?
Write some words!
Hermione had never been one to ascribe to that “you must only dress/decorate in your school house colors for all eternity” mantra that so many others seemed to be fond of, yet when Narcissa Malfoy had come and asked about wedding colors, Hermione could not help herself from thumbing her nose slightly at her new family of snakes with her subtle nod to the house of Gryffindor.